A Crack Beneath the Door
The world is a her playground,
when her eyes are watching all the players.
She believes in playing god,
if the reason is good.
Goodness is worthwhile, she says,
but never in exchange for fun.
Changing too much for the better,
would repress the natural instinct.
She worships nature,
a thing savage and beautiful all at once, without remorse.
She doesn't believe in guilt,
because she says no matter how much we re-arrange things,
the wild finds the crack beneath the door.
She thinks every instinct is a mechanism
independent of its form of expression.
(She once said churchgoers are prone to passive aggression)
Lust, she says, is a prime example.
As if covering our nakedness
could ever suppress the urge to reproduce.
Silly notions are intolerable to her.
She says it's too bad,
most people aren't very enlightened.
The passing years don't change this much,
when you account for years of regression.
Sometimes things go backward.
But according to her,
at least when things get tricky,
life gets interesting.
Copyright © Erin Beckett | Year Posted 2013
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